I feel useless
Unproductive
No one needs me right now
Good
I have nothing to do
B o r e d o m.
I can't stop thinking about you
I assign myself tasks
Keeping me occupied
Is like babysitting myself.
I complete lots of busywork,
As if I am in school.
I create a schedule for myself
Itineraries
Anything that has any vague connection to you
I like thinking about you
Doing things related to you
Even if you'll never see half of them
I'm so bored
And so busywork it is
"Life isn't about finding yourself.
Life is about creating yourself."
Said the big chalkboard on the wall
In that gym lined with red mats
And chairs and chairs and chairs
I'll never forget
When I got home
After those two days
Passed by much too fast
And then they were gone
And I was changed forever
When I got home
I remember
I cried and cried and cried
From longing
Here's the key
To surviving the bumblebee:
First,
Never put that left index finger down on the C
When you see a D right after - it will slow you down
And the goal is
As fast as you can go
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